I was sitting on the couch with Silver.
"I knew there was something wrong about him." She shrugged. "Three murders too. You see, he has to be good for that many deaths and get away with it."
"What?" I looked at her.
"I'm just saying." She shrugged. "8 People dead in the span of..."
"Three days."
"Sh*t." She held the I for a second and looked at me.
"Thanks for saying something to me. I mean, without you, I would be a dead girl on a bed, appearing in the newspaper as a "Death Rape Girl.""
"I don't think that would be the term."
"Do I look like I write a newspaper?"
"Sorry..." I looked down.
"My fault." She stood up. She took my plate and turned off the TV. "We should get to bed."
"Alright."
...............
"Your not my boyfriend!"
I shot up. I keep having the same dream. She walks off with another man and I'm furious, after I try to stop them, she yells that. Silver ran into my room.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Bad dream. I'll be fine."
"You sure?" I shook my head.
"No."
"What's bugging you?" She sat on the bed beside me.
"If I tell you, it would be embarrassing."
"It's not what I said before, was it?" I looked at her.
"Y-yeah..." I sighed.
"Look, I was mad."
"I know."
"Call it at friends."
"Sure."
She went to walk out of the door, but she turned around.
"Want me to sing?" I looked up at her and smiled.
"Sure." I nodded. She sat beside me.
"Don't you wanna see the world, boy. All the countries and their stars, boy...."
We got to the college the next day, but didn't attend any studies.
"Bloody 'ell." Silver looked at the college.
Many officers were stationed in the front and police tape surrounded the entrance. We both got out.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Sir, get back in your car." The officer demanded.
"No!" Silver yelled. She collapsed to her knees. I went to see what she was looking at. There were three people on the ground. Two boys, one girl. On one guys arm, it read 'I loved her'. The girls read 'I loved him'. Their fingers were intertwined. There was the third guy I noticed right away. He had 'Couldn't catch me Ace of Hearts.' The guy was Mikah.
"I wanted to save the girl. She killed herself while on the line with me." Silver said. "The boy must have done that to her arm and then to his."
"Then, the guy died of blood loss."
"Then Mikah must have seen her last call."
"And killed himself." I sighed.
"Do you know them? We can't get into her phone." The officer asked.
"The girls name is Neia." Silver pointed the girl out. "This guys name is Mikah."
"Thank you, miss."
We drove home without another word.
